Whoever wrote that Guardian article must have been at the cooking sherry. It was shockingly bad from start to finish.
Doughnuts, no thank you, I can buy them in multi packs for less than £1.
Pita bread, ditto.
Landscape in various shades of sludge, what was the point?
The most cursory of potted bios from the families and friends, no detail, not even worth bothering.
A shambles of a tea party, all candy floss and bouncy castles. Would her Maj host such an affair at the Palace? Don’t think so.
And I know they had been hard at work but could the bakers not have taken off their filthy pinnys and put something on a bit worthy of the occasion? Ruby was in ripped jeans, Can’t even describe what Kim-Joy was wearing on her bottom half, Rahul looked like a mass murderer in a paint shop.
And then no proper catch up telling us what the bakers have been up to since. I wonder if it’s because in previous years they’ve all gone on to something baking related and this year’s cohort haven’t?
I bet if we saw the production team sitting round a table we’d be looking at the real life version of W1A’s Perfect Curve.
Not. Impressed.